Track 6 off The Midnight Bosnian's album "Suburban Crop Circles: The Silent Art of Truce and Freedom" (2017). 

Lyrics:
Vixen of an Autumn dream,
You'll get to see my vulnerability 
in shedding skin not apropos,
One day you'll know 

A tree, am I, not fit for thee,
For bark-fueled winds inhibit me
From ending all of these doubts yet, though,
One day you'll know

Drop your winter doubts,
Invert your rolled-up steam, 
and HOWL. 

we're final only as we are. 

suburban crop circles.

Production, Music, and Lyrics by Alex Tellez.

Vixen Autumn Heirlooms

Track 5 off The Midnight Bosnian's album "Suburban Crop Circles: The Silent Art of Truce and Freedom" (2017). 

Lyrics:
While I shift to R.E.M. 
She sings to me an aria
From nineteenth century melodrama

Cruising through a desperate lover's dream
I hear the screams 
Coming through the windows of every bedroom you've beamed

I'm walking to the moon
July's on my mind 
As I talk to the never-ending June
My heart’s in a clutter of jamborees in the city
It tells me of a vision it saw:
A nautical, blue silhouette

I woke up with one less color of the rainbow

While I sand the devil's hymn 
She sang, instead, a song for Him
In lieu of love's fixed paranoia 

Casting off an existential view
I felt in you
A soft-felt circle designed for lust and a brothel’s theatrical use

I'm gliding through this room
September's said goodnight as she hid beneath the mantle far from you, October. Her wishy-washy heart needs a title of sequence,
A daily reminder of spring’s eventual romance,
To remind her of a vision she saw:
A nautical, blue silhouette 

I woke up with one less color of the rainbow

An aura in the snow,
A different kind of show,
Discoveries that make you want to know
What's out there in the world
Thin-veiled carcass consciousness in the middle of the storm

Production, Music, and Lyrics by Alex Tellez.

Ontic (One Less Color)

Track 4 off The Midnight Bosnian's album "Suburban Crop Circles: The Silent Art of Truce and Freedom" (2017). 

Lyrics:
A young Luna, figured
Through the minor winds –
Ripple upon ripple,
Her lonely craters sing

Fed by the Provider,
Lun hearkens, in C, a tune
of Love: “Sola Soli,
Will you be back soon?
   
“Armstrong of Ohio,”
Lun anxiously presents,
“Each stone pounces the love
That must have recompense”
  
“Take me with you, Neil,”
Lun beckoned with a shake
of dust: “Slunce Soli,
I will be back soon”

“Lun Lun, I want to dream with you
But I’m always awake, always being pulled away.”
“Sunce, I want to be close to you
But with the Earth by our side,
I’ll take my chances with the midnight”
 
 Dead before our time,
His rays beam down towards Seoul – 
Ripple upon ripple,
Mutters and all in soles
 
Their energy stored,
These tulips close with tunes
of love: “Soli Sola
Has never seen the moon”

“Perhaps tonight will be
The night,” says Wight,
“They feel their somelost warmth
Enrapture them in sight”

Distance frights these Sunmoons
Yet, at the midnight poles,
Soli abides: “Sola Soli
Will be, in time, your soul”

“Lun Lun, I want to dream with you
But I’m always awake, always being pulled away.”
“Sunce, I want to be close to you
But with the Earth by our side,
I’ll take my chances with the midnight”

And, true, the magnet grounds
Found Sunmoon love agraze;
Ripple upon ripple,
The Winds sought to amaze

Forehaps in truths bestored,
That shimming in Mond’s eye
Could see: “Sola Sola,
So long, see you, up high”
 
And with our given shape
How could the Sunmoons love?
The greatest love of everloves
Can’t happen here or above
  
That magic eye up there?
Why, two mad fools that sing
of love: “Suli Lua,
We tried. We tried – this Ring”  

“Lun Lun, I want to dream with you
But I’m always awake, always being pulled away.”
“Sunce, I want to be close to you
But with the Earth by our side,
I’ll take my chances with the midnight”

Production, Music, and Lyrics by Alex Tellez.

Track 4 "Sunmoons" contains samples from Episode 1 Season 1 of "Gumby" titled "Moon Trip" directed by Art Clokey (1955) and "Honeyland," directed by Rudolf Ising, composed by Scott Bradley (1935).

Sunmoons

Track 3 off The Midnight Bosnian's album "Suburban Crop Circles: The Silent Art of Truce and Freedom" (2017). 

Lyrics:
Going on a rod attached to springs that never wanted to feel alive,
Hot dew, 
Gloss me up,
There's a transatlantic world I've yet to ride

You scoff at me when I say that I can't handle myself,
(“There's a myth somewhere else”)
But now the vision of an aural frisson left colors in my never-ending hell

What does a Tesla starter have to do, 
through a turnpike (tickling the upside down),
Just to see my love unveil her gown and split in two?

Dancing on a microphonic summer view, 
through a turnpike (overcoming ecstasy), 
I said: “there's a fixing that never came to be,” 
“should that bother you?”

Sun was bouncing in my eyes
Made me think of you.
Opened up a note you wrote to me
It said: “Night is due”

Felt good enough to start a desert holiday,
Found lovers holding hands,
Ignoring deathly sands,
Singing mantras to get them through the day

Production, Music, and Lyrics by Alex Tellez.

Track 3 "Microphonic Summer View" contains samples from "Drum n Bass Mini Mix" by Kash Hansrani (2016); "People Laughing (Laughter Yoga, Laugh Collage)" from Robert Rivest (2012); "Pan flute World Music" by Edgar Muenala (2008); and "High School Lover" by Oregon Bike Trails (2011).

Microphonic Summer View

Track 2 off The Midnight Bosnian's album "Suburban Crop Circles: The Silent Art of Truce and Freedom" (2017). 

Lyrics:
I find it really hard to articulate 
The constellations 
As they go 'round and 'round the spinning thread

I've traveled every city and every state; 
The revelations 
Come and go in the form of spiderwebs in my head 

I've lost control of any language 
(in my head) There's mirrors that can't feel youth
(in my head) I carry all my one-way baggage
(in my head) I can't find home in you

Let's weave these memories 'till our hands burn out; 
Our own summation 
Keeps the spirits risen and the pages read

In maybe twenty years, we'll become a cloud 
Of repetitions 
Loomed together in the form of spiderwebs in my head

I've lost control of any language
(in my head) There's mirrors that can't feel youth
(in my head) I carry all my one-way baggage
(in my head) I can't find home in you

Nobody special ever looks at our thoughts and wonders why we beat up the rocks

Production, Music, and Lyrics by Alex Tellez.

Contains samples from "The Ceilidh and the Northern Lights" from the "Local Hero" film score, composed by Mark Knopfler (1983); "Master Ling" from the "Addio Zio Tom" film score, composed by Riz Ortolani (1971); and "Look Up" from the Zero 7 album titled "When It Falls" (2004)

Spiderwebs

Track 1 off The Midnight Bosnian's album "Suburban Crop Circles: The Silent Art of Truce and Freedom" (2017). 

Lyrics:
Give it to the window
Wait until it’s numb
Wait until it can’t feel the pain in your eyes
Your only disguise
Your mama’s advice:

“Just stay away from 
Your mind’s mesmerizing 
‘Ms., Ms., Ms.’
Incantations proctoring your every move”

Your mouth’s preparation for a 
Kiss, kiss, kiss
At its station aggravates your hands
As they pull off the strands of 
Hair you have in
The pores of your skin
As mom starts to sing a
Comforting lullaby to you  

Sleep may be a challenge
In suburban dreams
When you get a total sum 
Of everything in me
Neighbors drop the D-root while 
Crossing into C
Placing frowns in major songs 
Interchangeably

Rumors change the teller’s range
Mixing up the truth
Generation defamation:
Struggles of the youth
Byzantine anxieties 
Cut a hole right through
The heavy-duty sins I’ve made 
To find myself in you 
Linda, 
Your looks will drive us mad
You’ll drive around the termite villa
With the crooks of the ‘had’

Linda, 
You’ll be married in a small town
Living in a small house
Within a matter of time
You’ll pour all your fruits out
Mama won’t comfort you
You’ll reach in,
You’ll reach out, 
But you’ll never resign

On top of a beach house,
Near Sunrisal Inn,
In front of a Spotlight,
You had on a grin

A shadow were you,
Almost silhouette-like,
My armour uncouth, 
A blinding of light

Your friend à la vie,
Three rocks in your hands,
Kilometric inches,
We’ll  see where it lands

The first one, a miss;
The second, a draw;
The third has to win,
It’s part of the law

Production, Music, and Lyrics by Alex Tellez.

Cradle Song (Baby Linda's Dream)

I anxiously write down lyrics during school lectures and spend hours on the piano trying to write these songs. I'm no better than you. I care a lot about what you think of me, and that's okay. We're both getting there, friend.